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V, I miss the days of you and me. Way back when you thought Ludacris was the greatest musician alive, and when I thought that I was going to marry Danny Kim one day. I remember that we were crazy. You taught me how to care a little less and how to laugh embarassingly loud. I have no regrets whatsoever when it comes to you. I don't regret sitting beside you on the first day of school when you were new. I don't regret talking to you on the phone everyday, making fun of how dumb you can be, or always being the one to let a boy go just because you liked him too. I remember how when all the girls hated me, you would still proudly say you were my friend. And I remember how I'd do the same for you whenever you were a bit too rude for your own good. You're scary, obnoxious and the only person that I know who can put on eyeliner perfectly fine in the middle of class without a mirror. You're stubborn, headstrong, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Sometimes, I would have to spend hours trying to knock some sense into you, but every other time, you made me forget to be the voice of reason. I remember one of my birthdays a few years ago. Everyone got me clothes and stuffed animals. You got me firecrackers. For every good thing you taught me, you taught me something bad, but I guess that's how the world works. I remember seeing you this past summer. We walked barefoot in the grass and talked about how much things have changed. And it didn't matter to me at all, because I know if I were to come back, you would be the only person to welcome me with open arms. I'll end this with a quote that I feel you embody:

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“I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”
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